Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Poetry: Academia


Ivory tower

holds the power

over life and death.


Watching eyes

all realize

each time you take a breath.


Red ink pens

stroke again

a raucous symphony.


Tearing hearts

reforming parts

To what they hear and see.


New ideas

are anathemas

choked before they bloom.


And don't you dare

while they all stare

From 'cross a deep dark room.


One mistake

is all it takes

to offend their theories.


And one harsh word

Your doom insure--

Their smug philosophy.

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